Winter Blues
Not dedicated environmentalists
though we are and always have been
lovers of Nature, we have become
compulsively weather-obsessed, this
unusual winter. On the other hand,
winters are often held to be unusual
in their fierce extremes, or moderation,
their stubborn duration when our
patience ebbs helplessly while
the mistress of the elements is
distracted elsewhere, seeming too
lackadaisical for our desperation
over ushering in a tardy Spring
rescue. Oh, we're glad for Vancouver
that the cherry blossoms are blooming
while we are freezing, for this year
even northern White Horse, Yukon is
enjoying a far less severe winter
than we are. And so, we desperately
tune in to weather reports, all of
them mocking our hopes for release
from excess wind, ice and snow.
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Labels:
Poetry
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